[그 순간] 밥 먹으라는 소리

Dinner call at dusk: a Korean apartment complex playground in the 1990s, seen from low on the sand, two children on the swings and one at the top of the slide all looking up at once. High above, from an open window on the fifth floor of the apartment block, a mother leans out with one hand cupped to her mouth, calling them home. Lit kitchen windows glow yellow in the grid of the building, a pink and orange evening sky, long shadows across the sand. The mother is small, about one twentieth of the frame height. Ordinary everyday Korean people, nostalgic. No text, no letters, no logos.